*Some Lead, Some Follow, Some Catch

Does your church have a men’s softball league? Ours does and I am the catcher. If you know anything about men’s church softball, then you know that behind the plate is where they stick the old, fat, out-a-shape guys who still feel compelled to show up for the games. However, let it be known, that I chose to be behind the plate. Do you know why?

Pride

That’s right, I didn’t want the coach telling me (and the world), “Dave, you’re old, and fat, and out-a-shape, so get back there,” so I chose a self-imposed exile.

Anyway, we had a game on Monday evening and I broke my foot. Well, I didn’t break my foot, but I thought I broke my foot. I later discovered (at the emergency room) that I am suffering from a bone spur on my heel and a thing called plantar fasciitis, which is Latin for, “It feels like you broke your foot, but you’re just old, fat, and out-a-shape.”

Why Me God?

Yes, I did ask God that question, but not in a lamenting kind-of-way, but more in a ‘I-think-You-are-trying-to-get-my-attention-God-and-I’m-listening-now,’ kinda way.

“Are you telling me to slow-down God?”

No, that couldn’t be; I’m a lazy snail as it is. Surely God wants me to be more active.

“Do You not wanting me playing softball?”

Couldn’t be that either. I don’t believe God wants me to stop having good Christian fellowship.

I figured it out later on—right after the orderly person took my pre-emergency-room-releaseblood pressure reading. It was off the wall (especially that stink’n bottom number). I told the on-duty doctor that I stopped taking my blood pressure medication because I had lost some weight, implying that I didn’t need it anymore. He gave me the look that seasoned-physicians give that said, “You’re an idiot.”

Long story short, I am back on my blood pressure medicine and for the time being and I am believing the Lord allowed my injury to occur in order that I would wind up before a responsible person who would shame me into taking the very thing that might keep me from dying prematurely. For now, it (the God-thing) is the only thing that makes sense.

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